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Guruuswa

What we are doing together
when we say our home
is over rivers, over veld,
under the knotted canopies
that welcome us with red arms
is arriving,

plotting mapurazi
loosening the soil,
mopping up blood
with the soft dry blades
of forgotten grace. We
are promising
we will
long for home before
we claim it, laughing,
locking, changing grip
and clasping again
the hands of long lost
siblings we have just found.

We are calling off wars
that soured our elders and
betrayed their sisters.

We are switching sides,
Kissing cousins, swapping
our totems back again.